It feels like a bell,
Ringing in my head.
It doesn't look well,
But is pouring like rain through my hands.
"Stop it -I said -I've had enough,"
The feeling of being guilty caught me: can't run.
My nose bleeds and my voice's a cough,
But it's all red, is gonna be fun.
I can't see colours, so can't afford love,
My life's so miserable, don't stuck it with yours.
I think I'm drowning, because that car I drove,
It wasn't about highways, is about course.
